The Enchantress

Standing,
I sank deep in the pool of memories.
The enchanted strings on that Eastern instrument
has pulled me into the abyss that is ecstasy.
The enchantress who prides herself a musician
gives away a neutral smile
as though she isn't aware the spell she has cast on me.

I am lost, I am found.
I am dead, now reborn.
The warm grip of the enchanted scale
gently pulls the nerves in my brain.
I have never felt such relief,
this much vigour.
And such is the power of music.